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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2003-05-30 - @ 10:38 p.m.
Normally I cansider myself a very logical person, but... all time - is relative
Sometimes logic isn't enough, even for me.
Quote for the Entry: (After being told that there are 24,000 people that die of starvation every day.) "Why don't they eat each the dead ones?" -Charlie, in my world cultures class.
Makes sense. I can see it now, crispy fried baby, comes in brown or albino. With such a high infant mortality rate, you'd think that they'd think of it. Stupid morals. Can you eat your anti-cannabalistic tendencies? That's what I thought, beoytch
all time - is relative